The Long Cut

Photographing Close to Home

We all do it. We scroll through photos of faraway landscapes—deserts in New Mexico, rainforests in South America, city streets in Tokyo—and think, that’s where the magic is. We dream of taking our cameras to new places, chasing fresh light and unfamiliar stories. And while I love the call of a good road trip as much as anyone, lately I’ve been reminded of something simpler: there’s still so much left to see right here.

Unsettled weather dampened the mood a few weekends ago, but I still decided to chase another early spring storm and see what I could find. It was that perfect blend of light and texture—beautiful and challenging. The original goal was to head farther north to photograph a massive electrical substation I’d been to years ago, tucked out in the middle of nowhere. But a wrong turn dropped me on the backside of Lincoln, winding through Auburn, CA—and just like that, I was in unfamiliar territory.

It felt like taking the long cut (thank you, Uncle Tupelo). Roads I thought I knew gave way to scenes I’d somehow missed. Quiet pastures. Rolling hills. Light breaking through heavy clouds in the most cinematic way. I kept thinking: How often have I been close to this but never seen it?

It’s easy to overlook what’s closest. To think you’ve already photographed it, walked that trail, and know what that old fence line looks like in Fall. But when you let go of expectation and wander with curiosity, the neighborhood back roads and local trails become endless again.

So this is just a tiny reminder—for me, maybe for you too:
Before you book that plane ticket, take “The Long Cut.”

Chase the storm. Miss the turn on purpose…

Let the light surprise you.